You watch the glass breathe cold at dawn
Rocking chair groans on splintered wood
Camera strap cuts your collarbone
Greenhouse holds what it never could
Palm mute chugs tear the morning air
Double kick drums split the porch in two
Cracked panes catch light like broken prayer
You load the film and push on through
Bus ticket stub burns in your jeans
Shutter clicks split the hush between
Tomato vines curl through fractured seams
You frame the rot in silver sheen
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Finger hovers on the shutter button
Dust dances on the lens you're pushin'
Rocking rhythm matches chest drummin'
One more shot before the light is nothin'
Glass cracks wide but holds the frame
You're not the runner, you're the claim
Greenhouse breathes your second name
Rocking chair keeps watching still
Shutter clicks against the chill
Split rail fence marks where the yard ends
Soil spills from split-bottomed bins
Seed packets rot where the wind bends
You capture what the dark begins
[Pre-
Finger hovers on the shutter button
Dust dances on the lens you're pushin'
Rocking rhythm matches chest drummin'
One more shot before the light is nothin'
Glass cracks wide but holds the frame
You're not the runner, you're the claim
Greenhouse breathes your second name
Rocking chair keeps watching still
Shutter clicks against the chill
Morning bus sighs at the corner stop
Exhaust clouds swallow the gutter's glow
You pocket the camera, let the lens drop
Greenhouse holds what you'll never know
Half-time chug, the glass holds firm
Scream the frame through splintered term
Clean
